I can’t sleep at night.
Too many thoughts
race through my mind,
circling,
colliding,
twisting and turning
until I feel
like I’m going insane.
Life.
Love.
Happiness.
Depression.
Money.
Hopes and dreams.
Nothing in this life
is ever quite
what it seems.
And every question,
every possibility,
keeps me awake,
filled with fright
over what the future
has waiting for me.
When I finally surrender
to sleep,
the dreams arrive.
Some I remember.
Others fade
before the morning comes.
But all of them
leave something behind,
blossoming inside me
into something new—
for better
or for worse.
I just want to sleep.
No more wrestling
with this insomnia.
It has cut too deep,
draining every ounce
of energy
from my waking hours.
And every morning,
when my eyes open,
I ask the universe:
Why did I wake up?
Why am I still here?
Because I fear
every waking moment.
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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